Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Isabelle

I have never felt more exposed in my life. The position of my arms bows my back and thrusts my breasts forward. My thighs are spread so wide, cool air caresses my pussy. Through it all, Beast keeps his unyielding grip on my hair. He’s not hurting me, not really, but the promise of it makes me feel needy and hot.

I have no control. I’ve handed it over willingly.

Gaeton slides easily out of the chair and to his knees. He still towers over me, but I don’t think there’s a position in existence that won’t highlight our size difference. One look at Beast has the other man using his grip on my hair to bend me backward again. Helpless. I am so helpless, and Gaeton’s big palm sliding up the inside of my thigh makes me panic and slam my legs shut. A laughable rebellion, as if he can’t simply force my thighs open. The thought should scare me. Instead, it makes me damn near pant with desire.

“Do you want to fight me, Isabelle?” He speaks roughly, but he doesn’t move his hand, not to retreat and not to slide farther up. Gaeton studies me as if he can’t begin to divine what I’m thinking. As if he wants to hear me say it. “Do you want me to shove your legs open and take what I want? Do you want Beast to hold you down while I force you to orgasm again and again?”

No. No, of course I don’t want that.

I open my mouth to say it, but stop short. I promised to tell the truth not five minutes ago. I can’t go back on my word over something as mundane as a dark desire, no matter how much it feels like he’s digging around beneath my skin and exposing me more thoroughly than simply putting my naked body on display.

“Answer the question,” Beast breathes in my ear. He’s so still behind me, if not for his grip on my hair, I might believe he’s left the room.

I don’t want to answer. I desperately don’t want to.

But I promised.

Anything for family.

I lick my lips. “Yes. I want that.”

Gaeton’s eyes go wide the barest amount before he assumes his lazy arrogant facade that I both love and hate in equal measures. He twists his hand between my legs to grip one thigh and then wedges his other hand in to grip the other. I fight him. I can’t help but fight him. It doesn’t matter that it’s a lost cause, that I have no hope of winning this struggle.

He spreads my thighs inch by inch, a torturously slow display of strength. He could just yank them wide and take what he wants, but no. He’s humiliating me with my inability to stop him.

I could stop him. A single word and it’s over.

I don’t want him to stop. I want him to force me, to take and take and take until need washes me away entirely.

It’s not until I’m spread wide again that I realize no one is holding my arms. I start to move them, but Beast catches my wrists and clasps them together in a single hand. “Ah ah.”

“Let me go.” It’s too much and not enough and neither of them have really touched me yet. Not in any real way.

“No,” Gaeton rumbles. He glances at Beast. “On the floor. Hold her down.”

I struggle harder, but they move me like they would a doll, Beast shifting back and shoving me to the floor. I don’t miss the fact that no matter how rough he is, he keeps my head from bouncing on the hardwood. He grabs my wrists and pins them on either side of my head.

I stare up into those blue, blue eyes, and I don’t see the man I thought I knew in them. There is no warmth for me, no tenderness. There is only a deep, dark hunger, like I’ve stumbled into a monster’s lair and now he’s only too happy to eat me right up.

Shoving against his hold does nothing. Less than nothing. “Stop.”

“You know how to stop us.” Gaeton gets rougher with my thighs, pressing them up and out, spreading me obscenely. “You’re awfully wet, Isabelle. You fight and claw and curse, but your pussy knows who owns it.” He spreads my folds with his thumbs. “I could shove my cock into you right now. You’re ready for it.”

I’m gasping like I’ve run a marathon. “No.” Yes, yes, yes, fuck me, oh gods, please fuck me, I need you. I never thought I’d get another chance to be with either of them again. Now that it’s here, that it’s happening like this, in a way I never dared imagine …

It’s beyond comprehension.

Beast gives my wrists a squeeze. There’s no mercy for me on his face. “You don’t get either of our cocks until you earn them.” His gaze slashes to Gaeton. “Remind her who she belongs to.”

Every part of me balks at the idea of belonging to anyone. Freedom is the only god I truly worship. It always has been. “You don’t own me.”

“For the next two weeks we do.” Beast tightens his grip on my wrists, nearly grinding the bones together, but that feeling is nowhere near as intense as his gaze drilling into me. Like he’s dragging away every protection I’ve spent years building around myself. “Lick her pussy, Gaeton. Fuck her with your tongue the way I know you’re dying to.”

Gaeton drags the flat of his tongue over me from top to bottom. I don’t know what I expected, but he doesn’t rush. He traces every part of my pussy as if reacquainting himself. As if claiming me. I open my mouth, but I can’t remember what role I’m supposed to play. Pleasure steals my words, steals my very thoughts, leaving only the animal behind. I try to arch up to bring him closer. “My clit. Suck on my clit.”

Just like that, his mouth is gone and he delivers a stinging slap to my clit. I scream more from surprise than pain. “What the hell?”

“You don’t give the orders, Isabelle.” The words sound almost dragged from Gaeton. “You’d do well to remember that.”

I’m still working on coming up with a retort when the door swings open. All three of us freeze as a man walks in. He’s beautiful in an old school Hollywood sort of way, all square jaw and fresh face, with the body of a Greek god. He also looks furious and ready to punch something. “You two know better than to play non-con with a newbie. It’s not sanctioned.”

Neither Beast nor Gaeton move, which means I can’t move. This man I’ve never met is seeing every single part of me and I have absolutely no control over it. I wiggle as much as I’m able. “Let me up.”

“No,” they answer together.

Beast considers this intruder. “She’s fine.”

The man lifts his chin though he seems to be fighting not to drop his gaze to me. “All the same, the rules are the rules.”

I try to shift, but neither man is letting me up. Gaeton finally gives the stranger a lazy smile. “If you’re so concerned, Hercules, why don’t you sit in and watch? You think it goes too far, you call a stop to it.”

The man—Hercules—freezes. “That’s not how it works.”

If anything, Gaeton’s grin widens. “Call Hades. Get permission.”

I don’t understand what’s going on here. I had my warning from Megaera earlier. I don’t get why this man is here, why he’s calling Hades to … get permission to watch whatever Gaeton and Beast have planned for me?

Humiliation sears my skin. I want to curl into a ball and cover myself as best I’m able, and here I am, splayed out at their whim. We all watch Hercules use the phone on the wall to make a call. He doesn’t say much, but his conflicted expression tells me everything I need to know.

Hades agreed.

“No.” I yank on my arms, but Beast only presses me harder to the floor. “I don’t want an audience.” Do I?

“Too bad, princess.” Beast seems to approve of this new development. “Sit on the chair right there, Hercules.”

The man obeys, but he’s glaring. “You are not my Dom and I am not part of this scene.”

“Noted.” Beast gives a small smile. “But it’d be a shame if you didn’t take a moment to appreciate Isabelle’s pussy.”

I blink up at Beast. My skin has to be a deep red from the blush coursing through my body, hot and unpleasant. He is so careless with my pride, as if he wants to crush it beneath his heel. I have years of instinct demanding I close my legs, hide from this new experience. “Stop.”

“Tell me your safe word, Isabelle.” Gaeton slides his hands up the tops of my thighs and drags this thumbs over my pussy.

Every time he reminds me that I’m choosing this, I get hotter, more confused. I blink down at him. “Candlestick.”

“Good girl.” He gives my pussy another meandering stroke. “Do you want to use it?”

Do I want this to end? I can’t decide. I’m so confused by my body’s response, I’m shaking and they’ve barely touched me. Somehow I’m shaking more because we have an audience. I promised them honesty, but I don’t even know what the honest answer is.

All I know is that I’m not ready for this to stop. “No, I don’t want to use it,” I whisper.

“Mmm.” Gaeton glances at our audience. “Look, Hercules. She’s so pretty and pink and she’s practically weeping for my cock.” To my endless mortification, the second Hercules’s gaze drops to where Gaeton is spreading my pussy with his fingers, I’m certain I can actually feel myself get wetter.

“She’s been playing the part of the untouchable princess, but it turns out she’s a little slut who wants us to force her to the floor and fuck her rough.” Beast speaks almost conversationally, as if he’s not describing wanton acts. As if he’s not trotting out my shame in explicit detail.

“That’s not what I want.” I’m suddenly sure that’s exactly what I want, what I’ve always wanted.

“Yes, it is.” Beast considers me. “I think our princess likes being on display.”

Gaeton shoves a single finger into me roughly and makes an approving noise. “I know she does. She’s so wet, she’s practically dripping.”

They’re talking about me like I’m not in the room. Like I’m a plaything and not a person. I love it. I hate it. I have to press my lips together hard to keep a moan inside.

Beast strokes my wrists with his thumbs, the barest softness in the midst of his grinding grip. “Let’s give Hercules a little show.”

“Sounds good.” Gaeton releases my thighs, but before I can do more than kick out once, Beast has me up and against his chest. Gaeton lies on the floor and Beast moves me forward. I realize their intent and start struggling in earnest. I don’t know why I’m fighting. My body aches from what little Gaeton has tongued me. I desperately want the orgasm they promised. More, I … like the idea of being put on display like this?

It’s for that very reason that I fight the hardest. I don’t understand this desire. My body has taken over, and with every inch Beast forces me forward, I get hotter. Gaeton grabs my thighs and lifts me bodily to straddle his face. I stare down at him in shock. “You can’t really mean to—”

Beast straddles Gaeton’s chest and pins my wrists at the small of my back. His other hand comes up to clasp my throat. His grip isn’t rough enough to restrict my breathing, but the faint pressure about makes me come on the spot. And then Gaeton begins eating my pussy and I have to close my eyes. It’s too good, too bad, too everything.

Beast gives my throat a little squeeze. “Eyes open, princess. It’s rude to ignore your audience.”

Almost against my will, I obey his command. From the way Hercules came into the room, I expect him to look like he’s half a second from wading in and dragging me to safety, but something’s changed in the last few minutes. He’s relaxed in the chair and he’s watching avidly, bright pink spots on his cheeks and a blatant cockstand in his slacks that he makes no move to either cover or do something about. He’s merely there to observe and yet he’s affected by this scene.

“That’s right.” Beast is as tempting as a devil on my shoulder. “He likes what he sees. Give him a show, little slut.” The words should sound like an insult, but they’re almost an endearment in his rough voice. “Ride Gaeton’s mouth like you’re dying to do.”

I shouldn’t.

Gaeton gives my hips a squeeze and sucks hard on my clit, making me jump. It’s almost as if my body, once in motion, can’t stop. Or that’s what I tell myself as I rock against his mouth. It feels good. Wet and dirty and oh so wrong.

“What do you think, Hercules? Isn’t she a pretty little slut?” Beast releases my hands, but I’m too far gone to remember that I’m supposed to fight this. He catches my right breast and squeezes, offering me up to this stranger’s gaze.

“Very nice, Beast.” Hercules is affected, yes, but he’s not looking at me like he wants to fuck me. He’s watching all three of us as if we’re a private showing of an art piece that he deeply appreciates. It’s strange and yet perfect at the same time.

Gaeton shifts and then his tongue spears inside me. It feels so good that this time I can’t stop my moan. I rock my hips harder, grinding down on him. “Yes, please, yes.”

“He’s got his tongue in your pussy right now, doesn’t he?” I can feel Beast’s cock against my ass, but he sounds as unaffected as if we just sat down to dinner to talk about our day. “I bet you never rode his face like this when you dated. Gaeton’s been at that pussy—he loves oral sex too much to deny it—but I bet it was always sweet and polite and you came quietly.”

He’s right. I hate that he’s right. “Stop it.”

Beast doesn’t stop. He uses his hold on my throat to keep me pinned to him and works one nipple and then the other, alternating rough pinches with featherlight touches. “Do you even know what Gaeton likes, princess? Or did you believe that knight in shining armor bullshit? The truth is that he’s just as much a little slut as you are.” His lips brush the shell of my ear. “Did you know that just a few months ago, we fucked a friend, filling her with three cocks, and it still wasn’t enough? Gaeton needed her Dom to fuck his mouth while she rode his dick.”

There it is again. That barbed jealousy that demands I pull back, protect myself because these men might have loved me once, but they kept so much from me. “Fuck you, Beast.”

“Not me, princess.” His chuckle is raspy and deep. “But we’re going to fuck you. Over and over again, in every way possible. I’m going to come all over that pretty pussy of yours…” He barely lets me process his words before he whispers the next part. “And then I’m going to make Gaeton lick it up.”

My orgasm hits me with the force of an out-of-control speeding vehicle. One second I’m dazed and trying to process the information Beast is spilling into my ear, and the next I’m coming so hard that a scream slips from my lips. It only seems to spur Gaeton on and he picks up his pace, eating me out sloppily as if he can’t get enough, as if he wants to taste every bit of my orgasm. On and on it goes, until my body simply can’t handle it any longer.

I slump back against Beast and he catches me in his strong arms. “That’s enough, Gaeton.”

Gaeton gives me one last long lick and then transfers his attention to my inner thighs, gentling me back down to earth. I don’t … I can’t … What the hell just happened?

Part of me expects Beast to dump me on the ground and keep the humiliation trend rolling, but he gathers me into his arms and rises easily. He’s only a few inches taller than me and built lean, but there’s a deceptive amount of strength in his compact body. “Are you satisfied?”

For a second, I think he’s talking to me, but Hercules rises and nods. “I stand corrected. Apologies for interrupting your scene. I owe you.”

Gaeton does a full body stretch on the floor and rolls easily to his feet. “You ended up heightening the whole experience. Consider us even.”

Hercules glances at me and hesitates, but finally shakes his head. He adjusts his slacks, which spectacularly fails to hide his hard-on, and walks out of the room.

Beast jerks his chin at the couch. “Gaeton, sit.”

“Woof.”

“Bad dog,” Beast fires back without hesitation.

Gaeton glares a bit, but he finally moves to the couch and sprawls across it, taking up more than his fair share. Even this is different. When Gaeton and I were together, he moved as if afraid of shattering everything in the room—of shattering me. It felt like he was always trying to compress his big body into a smaller package. He motions with a flick of his fingers. “Hand her here.”

Beast’s arms tighten around me for half a second before he carefully sets me onto Gaeton’s broad lap. The careful way of holding me after he just spilled filth into my ear leaves me feeling like I have whiplash. I blink up at Beast. “I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

I’m not sure if that’s a promise or a threat.

Gaeton splays his hand across my lower stomach and pulls me back against his chest, but all his attention is on Beast. “Stay or go?”

“Go. I’m nowhere near finished, but I have no intention of sleeping here tonight.” He shoots an arch glance at the cameras situated in each corner. “Or having Hercules burst through the door another time or six.”

“Mmm.” Gaeton nods. “Agreed. Your place or mine?”

For the first time, Beast looks less than completely in control. His eyes flare hot as his gaze drags over my body, over both our bodies. He looks at me like he wants to fall on me like a wild thing, to hold me down and fuck me against Gaeton’s chest until he’s worked out every little bit of anger on my body.

I shiver. There’s fear there, yes, but I am not opposed to the promise in those wild eyes. Before I can decide if I want to do something to encourage or discourage him, he snaps his attention to Gaeton’s face. “Whichever one is closer.”

“Mine it is.”